DD & Tinkerbell
Member Since 2009
Last Condo (3/24/14)
Tawny is good. She is eating good, sleeping next to me, grooming me and herself at bedtime, and is overall bright and alert and happy again. She is such a beautiful cat!
OT, CIVVIE SICK: Her civvie brother Buck is now ailing tho, and I don't know why. He will not eat and is fighting me when I try to assist feed him. I started giving him cephalaxin (which is all I have at the house, I am completely out of amoxycillin), famotidine (which I am switching to ondansetron tonite), mirtazipine (he will get his first tonight) and if I can find the bottle of tramadol I was using for Tawny a couple weeks ago I will give him some of that too. He acts like he hurts. He had some gunk in one eye and I have been putting BNP ointment on there too, whatever that was is clearing up & his eye looks OK. He acts interested in food but will not eat. He is somewhat responsive to the sound of my voice. Also I think he has vomited some liquidy green bile but not today. I am not sure if it was him (too many cats) but everyone else seems well so I suspect it was Buck. If he is not eating by morning I will drop him off at the vet's on the way to work (so she can yell at me some more and say "how much are you going to put him/her thru?" like she did a few weeks ago w/Tawny.) I wish I could find a vet I really liked and got along with well around here. She's a good vet (she did Jessi's surgery), but man oh man she is set in her ways and I'm pretty sure hates my guts (b/c I don't listen to her most of the time, I mean after all, if I did, Tawny wouldn't be with us today...).
Please send some eating & healing vines for Buck if you have any. He is the little guy that about 10 years ago now it's been "someone" left him in a box on the seat of my car (anonymously, but I always knew it was my beloved departed Thom who was always rescuing cats from the mill where he worked). I remember I had put my foot down, "No more cats! I can't keep up with the litter box!" and then here a few days later when I get off work here is this box on the seat of my car with this itty bitty tiny bald kitten in it. Thom always said he knew nothing about it, then he would laugh and shrug and roll his eyes at me. He never could lie to me, that man.
Desi
Tawny is good. She is eating good, sleeping next to me, grooming me and herself at bedtime, and is overall bright and alert and happy again. She is such a beautiful cat!
OT, CIVVIE SICK: Her civvie brother Buck is now ailing tho, and I don't know why. He will not eat and is fighting me when I try to assist feed him. I started giving him cephalaxin (which is all I have at the house, I am completely out of amoxycillin), famotidine (which I am switching to ondansetron tonite), mirtazipine (he will get his first tonight) and if I can find the bottle of tramadol I was using for Tawny a couple weeks ago I will give him some of that too. He acts like he hurts. He had some gunk in one eye and I have been putting BNP ointment on there too, whatever that was is clearing up & his eye looks OK. He acts interested in food but will not eat. He is somewhat responsive to the sound of my voice. Also I think he has vomited some liquidy green bile but not today. I am not sure if it was him (too many cats) but everyone else seems well so I suspect it was Buck. If he is not eating by morning I will drop him off at the vet's on the way to work (so she can yell at me some more and say "how much are you going to put him/her thru?" like she did a few weeks ago w/Tawny.) I wish I could find a vet I really liked and got along with well around here. She's a good vet (she did Jessi's surgery), but man oh man she is set in her ways and I'm pretty sure hates my guts (b/c I don't listen to her most of the time, I mean after all, if I did, Tawny wouldn't be with us today...).
Please send some eating & healing vines for Buck if you have any. He is the little guy that about 10 years ago now it's been "someone" left him in a box on the seat of my car (anonymously, but I always knew it was my beloved departed Thom who was always rescuing cats from the mill where he worked). I remember I had put my foot down, "No more cats! I can't keep up with the litter box!" and then here a few days later when I get off work here is this box on the seat of my car with this itty bitty tiny bald kitten in it. Thom always said he knew nothing about it, then he would laugh and shrug and roll his eyes at me. He never could lie to me, that man.
Desi
